Poison or remedy?

Deluge prowled the desolate shores of Emerald Island, her senses alert to the eerie stillness and scent of rotting eggs that hung heavy in the air. Here, on this forsaken scrap of land jutting defiantly from the surrounding sea, sparse trees stood like sentinels amidst the desolation, their twisted branches reaching towards the sky in a silent plea for mercy. Yet even they could not escape the relentless grasp of the copper-rich soil that stained the sandy shores a sickly green hue. Most of the trees were dead or dying, their withered forms standing out like an omen. Perhaps she shouldn't have come here.

Large rocks, remnants of a time when Emerald Island was perhaps part of the mainland, littered the landscape like ancient guardians. She skirted around them cautiously, her keen senses alert for any signs of danger lurking amidst the shadows.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant cry of seabirds wheeling overhead.

“Speech”